Monica stepped into her dress, carefully sliding it up her body, then checked her results in the mirror. God, I’m gorgeous! she purred to herself as she admired the view. She grabbed her little handbag – gold lame, of course, to match her exquisite and very expensive designer gown – then slipped her feet into her new shoes she’d just had to have to complete the ensemble. The heels were a bit higher than she usually wore but what a small price to pay for looking fabulous. One more mirror check to blow herself a kiss, then off to the party she went.
As she stepped toward the elevator, she was so excited she could barely keep her composure. She sauntered in, pressed the button for the mezzanine, and continued to admire her own beauty in the elevator car’s mirrored walls.
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